Meet me, love, 'neath the apple tree.

I will have somethin' sweet for thee.

While the rest are a-pickin, My love, we'll be lickin

All the sweet juicy fruit from the apple tree!

Chorus

All my love, I give to thee:

Sweet as any apple be.

All the girls will envy me

For my fruit from the apple tree.

When we come from the apple tree, 

All will see your love for me.

While the snow is a-blowin, I'll sure be a-growin

Like the seed of the fruit from the apple tree!

Chorus

Come the Spring, I will marry thee

Underneath the apple tree.

And the Gods be a-willin'

We'll have lots of chillen

And they'll all find their loves 'neath the apple tree!

Chorus

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